Mirror, Mirror
Mirror Mirror that stands before me
What do you see
Monster Monster is what I see
A thing of nightmares is reflected
Why Why do you see me like this
My past is behind me
Reflection Reflection is what I offer
And I have reflected who you are
Wrong wrong I think mirror
I have done nothing wrong
Blood Blood on your hands
Murdered hundreds you have
Please Please don't remind me
I want to not think of that
Death Death you have caused
You cannot hide what you have done
Monster Monster is what I am
No longer can I contain it
Mirror, Mirror
Mirror Mirror that stands before me
What do you see
Monster Monster is what I see
A thing of nightmares is reflected
Why Why do you see me like this
My past is behind me
Reflection Reflection is what I offer
And I have reflected who you are
Wrong wrong I think mirror
I have done nothing wrong
Blood Blood on your hands
Murdered hundreds you have
Please Please don't remind me
I want to not think of that
Death Death you have caused
You cannot hide what you have done
Monster Monster is what I am
No longer can I contain it
i love this, i wrote something like this last year but it was kind of weird ill post it on here if i can find it!
(i don't know what this is so sorry???)
Without the burn of distaste, one cannot feel the much-welcome chill of beauty. To be beautiful is to freeze, to freeze is to die, to die is to change, to change is to burn.
(i don't know what this is so sorry???)
Without the burn of distaste, one cannot feel the much-welcome chill of beauty. To be beautiful is to freeze, to freeze is to die, to die is to change, to change is to burn.
I have the IQ of an 8-year-old so I don't really understand this but I kind of love it, something about it kindof speakes to me.
(I made a poem specifically for a character of mine. Thought that it might be worth sharing but I don’t really know)
Whitest Day (14th March)
[Character : Matthew Syrain]
To a particular angel up in the highest of heavens.
The white roses you planted with me on that day are now blooming as beautifully as you who planted them.
I would’ve invited you to come and see them. But unfortunately I cannot do that.
So I pulled them out. One by one. To form a bouquet, one that you would like.
To return to the place where I last saw you.
To place them beside the stone representation of you.
Perhaps then, you would be able to see them.
Both the flowers and the love I have for you.
To another angel who I wish would’ve stayed with me until I became gray and old.
I am sorry that I could not protect you.
I am sorry that I did not fulfill the role as a great father.
I am sorry… that I could not let my grief go anywhere else but lurk deep inside my soul.
I am sorry… to have left you alone…
But I just want you to know.
That if you are hearing this cry from your broken father. Remember that you are the greatest gift ‘Nature’ gave to me.
Thank you for staying with me… even if it was such a short time.
To the last angel who I failed to protect.
You were my friend. My rival. My sister….
Yet, I hesitated to save you.
I am sorry. I really am.
I am sorry that I’ve never paid attention to us and that I didn’t see that the relationship we had was unravelling. Until one day, it came loose.
I let you go.
I knew too late that it was a bad idea.
You were taken by your greatest creation…
And you smiled at the end of it all.
To say I respect you must be an understatement… you earned my greatest of gratitudes, and my greatest of apologies
To the three people who gave me hope.
Who gave me the courage to move on and do… something with my life.
Who gave me nothing but the prettiest of words and the greatest of favors.
Who loved me so unconditionally and yet I couldn’t feel it until it was too late.
Thank you.
I wonder what it would be like.
To be in Heaven.
I am not sure if Heaven had the item you three love or not, so I bought them.
The white chocolate bars are in front of the stone pedestals you all reside within.
If you could hear me, please take the gift.
I could not give you anything more than blessings and gifts. So please, if you could hear me, know that as long as ‘Nature’ is still growing, as long as my breathing remains, I will not allow anyone stain our everlasting honor.
Not anymore.
“The true competitor, though, are the ones"
(Tom Brady)
Source: https://quotessearchengine.com/tom-brady-quotes/
